The BBC D-Notice

My “rollercoaster” began in March 1989 with a claim by journalist Chris Hutchins, then of The Today newspaper, that he had been told by a producer of BBC Newsnight that 15 minutes of a half-hour slot on Simmonds had been D-Noticed.

I asked Chris to confirm the details of the D-Notice with the producer. Chris came back to me very confused and surprised. He told me that the producer had totally changed his story. He was now saying not only that there was no D-Notice, but that he’d never said there was one.

Years later, I discovered from a source in British Intelligence that the D-Notice was most probably Category A, under which both the material and the D-Notice itself are D-Noticed. Very heavy stuff.

One of the first things I will be doing on my return to England is tracking down the BBC producer in question. Unless he wants to come forward, and put up a post on this blog…? Does this ring bells with any of you out there?

Published in: on December 20, 2006 at 10:15 pm  Comments (1)  

What makes a "rollercoaster ride"?

Let me see…

Try some of the following: getting shot at by British Military Intelligence; warned off by the CIA; having your drink spiked; meeting with Israeli Intelligence in Montreal, Canada; and a car chase in Glasgow, Scotland.

Is that good enough for starters? It’s all in Dead Men Don’t Eat Lunch

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What can you do?

Make our country a genuine citizens’ democracy.

Don’t leave it to the professional politicians or the mainstream media and the front-line blogs. There are many good ones. There are also those who have no interest in the truth or in the interests of ordinary people, like you and me.

If something around you doesn’t make sense, the chances are…it doesn’t make sense. If it stinks, make a stink right back. Something happened around me that didn’t make sense. I started making a stink – and I haven’t finished yet! You can do the same.

The Internet provides us with all the tools we need to take on entrenched interests and expose the truth. Don’t let anyone tell you that your voice or your vote don’t matter. Remember Edmund Burke (and I paraphrase): all that is needed for bad things to happen is for good people to sit around and watch TV all night long.

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What do I want to do?

My first book, Dead Men Don’t Eat Lunch raises all sorts of questions about the mysterious death of my good mate, Hugh Simmonds CBE, who among other things was also Margaret Thatcher’s favourite speechwriter.

I believe that those questions paint a trail that leads all the way to arms corruption in both the Conservative and New Labour parties. If you don’t want to wade through the book (which would be a pity – you’d be missing a good yarn), go to my web-site ( and get a summary of the allegations.

Now, I would be the first to admit that I raise more questions than answers. Heck, I’m a one man band, and it’s taken me 18 years to get this far – which is further than all of the mainstream press and front-line political blogs combined.

What I want to do now is to return to England for at least two years, so that I can take all of those questions to the appropriate people, and start to get the answers. How? Same way I did it first time round. Just get in their face.

Thing is, I need support to execute this exercise. I need a commission from a publisher, newspaper or television; a grant from a foundation; a job that augments the investigative work; someone to prove I’m the father of Anna Nicole’s baby – something.

So, if you read this, and have a creative solution, don’t be shy – drop me a line. Be a part of history. Prove that ordinary citizens, like you and me, can make a difference against entrenched interests.

Published in: on December 20, 2006 at 9:51 pm  Comments (2)  

Who am I…?

Ok. The longer version – and the first thing I should point out is that I’m a serious individual, until I collapse in helpless laughter at the general absurdity of life…and my seriousness. So, excuse the endless mix of serious and satire.

My name is Gilson, Geoff Gilson. I spent 10 years as an eager Conservative foot-soldier with ‘Maggie’s Revolution’ in the UK in the Eighties. Ran the largest Young Conservative organisation in the country – out of Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire. Raised money – in much the same fashion as Tony Blair did for New Labour. Wrote speeches. Assisted Parliamentary Candidates with PR. Was elected a Councillor. Spoke at a couple of Conservative Party Conferences. Women threw underwear at me. Some boys too. You know the drill.

Then, my good mate, and Margaret Thatcher’s favorite speech-writer, Hugh Simmonds CBE, turned up dead in 1988. I poked around. Discovered he was MI6. Spent 18 years on a rollercoaster ride through the strange worlds of covert intel and arms corruption. And lived to write the book about it – Dead Men Don’t Eat Lunch. My first taste of getting to the heart of the real story.

Now that I’ve returned to the land of the living (what the crap happened to our cricket team while I was away!!), I write, blog, compose, make bad satirical points, broadcast, and crusade.

Folks, arms corruption in the UK is the worst blight ever to have befallen the land that gave the world democracy (ok, those parts that Dubya didn’t save for himself…). You may think it doesn’t affect you, but get this – one in five people in the UK are employed in occupations that support the UK arms trade.

I don’t give a rat’s fig what people do with their lives. It just eats my craw when they can’t manage to do it without f*****g up other peoples’ lives. Fair? Actually, I think that’s the libertarian credo – makes mental note: see what they’ll pay for it…

In the meantime, I use whatever media outlet I can find to poke fun at authority on both sides of the Atlantic, and occasionally ask it pertinent questions that mainstream blogs and the media generally avoid like the plague – in other words, getting to the real story: the one behind the polish and the spin.

Since the mainstream boys (and girls) sometimes ignore me (bless them), I’m working on some media outletting of my own. I’m upgrading from non-profit community radio to commercial radio in North Carolina – more of that soon (ish).

And when I can find the time, I will start adding some posts to this site – a mix of chronicle of my ongoing investigations into arms corruption, and commentary on the political silliness that regularly occurs in both the UK and the US.

Final comment of the day: Having returned from the jungle of ‘oops, I’m not really here,’ where did the Queen’s English go? Why does everyone of any profile in the UK now affect this MetroAtlantic, ‘I’m really from South London’ accent?

So, stay tuned, for the real story…from your very own real tory

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